Peter Calder previews this year's Italian film festival.
Given the circumstances in which it operates, it's something of a miracle that Italy has an indigenous film industry at all. The entertainment culture is hugely dominated by the empire of media mogul and Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi, who is like Rupert Murdoch without the couth, and whose taste in culture may reasonably inferred from the company he keeps in his not-so-private life.
The fact that 26 per cent of the country's cinema box office in 2010 was made up of Italian films - a figure New Zealand film-makers would kill for - was largely because of the spectacular success of a handful of broad farces from veteran producers with massive promotional budgets.
The makers of more thoughtful and nuanced films have been hit hard both by the global economic downturn which has dried up venture capital everywhere and by the decision of Berlusconi's ministers to abolish most state subsidies and a tax-shelter system. The fact that the works of many smaller film-makers deplored, explicitly or implicitly, the country's corrupt political culture and the tottering economy may have had something to do with that.
Local fans of Italian film have been moderately well-served in the last couple of years by the main midwinter film festival, which has had four or five titles each year. But the Italian Film Festival, now in its 16th year, the largest single-culture event on the film circuit, remains the place to catch up with the best of recent releases from il bel paese.